Page 48 of Landon & Shay: Part Two

Well, not the actual Princess Leia, seeing how she was a fictional character. Plus, Sam didn’t really have the kind of skills needed to nail an actual princess. The girl he was currently humping and grinding wore a cosplay outfit, and I swore she screamed out, “Sam, you are my daddy,” in some kind of nerdy, high-pitched, orgasmic screech.

Sam. You. Are. My. Daddy.

Oh for fuck’s sake.

“Are you kidding me?” I blurted out, standing in Sam’s bedroom while a woman’s clit sat against his mouth. The way he maneuvered his face to glance toward me made acid rise up my throat, leaving me seconds away from vomiting. He was face-deep in another girl’s vagina and he had the nerve to give me guilty puppy dog eyes.

Puppy dog eyes and glistening lips.

My stomach clenched from the sight of it all. For a split second I considered how I’d look in an orange jumpsuit. Truthfully, orange wasn’t my color. Was it anyone’s color? I couldn’t for the life of me think of the last time I’d said,Oh, Heather! You’re really rocking that orange top, girl!

How many years would I spend in prison for the murder of two human beings?

Would the judge be more forgiving if I told him the Princess Leia story?

The woman’s eyes locked with mine, and I took a few steps backward when realization set in that it was Tina—the woman who came into Ava’s Bakery and Coffee Shop every single day.

I served her coffee every morning, and we laughed and joked about life together. She was adorkable in so many ways. If Sam were a female, he’d be Tina. She was so effortlessly charming as she spoke about nerdy stuff I didn’t understand. When she talked, I could tell she was passionate about it, and there was nothing I loved more than finding people who were passionate about things as opposed to being passionate about people.

When she’d mentioned she ran a Dungeon and Dragons game night every week, I informed her that my boyfriend—correction:ex-boyfriend—had been looking to join a group activity of that sort. I almost begged her to let Sam join her group, only because I was getting sick of him trying to explain to me that Dungeon and Dragons had nothing to do with whips and red rooms.

In a way, I had set them up.

Oh God.

This is my doing.

Sam is tickling her wood elf because of me.

I had sent him to her basement on a weekly basis after I made her a caramel latte each day.

I gave her free shortbread cookies more often than not, and she had the nerve to do this to me. Well, you know what they say: If you give a whore a cookie, she’ll probably suck your boyfriend’s dick.

Whipping around on my heels, I barged out of the room as Sam shouted my name.

I didn’t cry.

Crying over guys was something I’d promised myself I’d never do after too many tears in my past, and truthfully, I hardly knew Sam well enough to give him my emotions. I reserved those for a select few things: my family, my friends, and YouTube videos of corgis swimming.

Sam began to chase after me, so I quickened my pace through his house, barging straight out his front door into the chilled air. Autumn had moved swiftly into Chicago, bringing about rainy days and cooler mornings.

“Shay, wait, please!” Sam called after me.

I spun around to face him and was met with his half-naked self, standing on the street wearing nothing but his glasses and a pair of sweatpants he must’ve swiped on his way out.

What stupid glasses. What a stupid face—a face I’d almost considered falling for at one point. Maybe. With enough time, I could’ve fallen for that face. It was an okay sphere, something I could’ve looked at…forever?

Ugh, why am I lying to myself?

“What is it, Sam?” I hollered, feeling a knot in my stomach. “What excuse could you possibly have for what I just saw?”

“I, err…” He cringed a little, pinching the bridge of his nose. Guilt filled his gaze, but I didn’t care. People only have guilt in their eyes after they do something crappy to another person. The damage was already done. No takebacks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“You didn’t mean to have sex with Tina? Or you didn’t mean to get caught?”

“I, well, it’s—”

“Say complicated and I’ll kick you between the legs,” I told him.

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